The Lost Islands
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Peak

The Prime Minister

Khar'pern

The Codebreaker

Ashteroth

The General

Marceline

The Companions

None None None

The Thinkers

Naydra
Titan

The Politicians

Ararat
Axelle
Hollis
Mae
Nashira
Serenity

The Warriors

Clarity
Kaeja
Lysimache
Starling

The Trinkets

Beloved
Cato
Cullen
Güneşlenmek
Isengrim
Jigsaw
Kazimir
Octavius
Starscream
Yıldırım

PRIME MINISTER'S DECREE

"None." - Leader

The Offspring

Diccon (Cicada x Khar'pern)

Rules

• The Vulcan Peak is where homeless mares come to live as a sisterhood. Stallions may not live here except as captives or companions for the Leaders.

• Warriors keep mainly to fighting, Thinkers keep mainly to raiding, and Politicians may do both, neither, or act as diplomats. Members may issue their own battles and raids, but should generally consult the General, Codebreaker or Prime Minister for permission.

• All major decisions are determined by vote, but the Prime Minister maintains order within the Peak and has the final say.

• Elections for leadership positions will be held every TLI summer, provided the qualifying criteria are met.

• You can find detailed information about how the Peak works on the Rules page.

I don't want you to be afraid


i got an hour or so, take my hand and let it go
call me up anytime, c'mon baby, cry

“I play with my mom!” He piped up rather happily, not knowing he should feel saddened that he didn’t have any other foal friends to play with. His mother had promised once he could move confidently around the Peak without needing her constant guidance, they would start exploring beyond its borders. She had told him he might come across a foal visiting from another island in the common gathering areas, and Oswald was rather excited about that.

“I don’t think there are any other foals here,” he said, frowning. He flicked his dark red tail. “Er- if there are, I haven’t met ‘em. Mama teaches me everything,” he explained, “she wants to make sure I’m well-adjusted before I leave the Peak.” Those words were echoes of what the Prime Minister had said, for sure, and nothing a young innocent colt like him would have thought of. He knew, too, that his mother was in calling distance. Even if he could not smell her nor hear her, Oswin was never too far from him. One day she warned him she would return to her Peak duties and he would have to be an adult and handle himself while she was gone.

Anyways, he didn’t need to be thinking about any of that right now.

“Who do you play with?” He asked, then realized that was a silly question because she’d been playing by herself. He snorted and giggled, looking briefly somewhat bashful before he corrected himself. “Um, I mean, do you always like to play alone?”


the prime minister's son
tyr x oswin; sooty red roan splash, completely blind

image (c) pacificnoir@da



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